Last Friday, VH1 was kind enough to book me a ticket to Los Angeles for the Critic’s Choice Movie Awards, a glitzy, A-list awards show where some of Hollywood’s biggest names would sit together in the same room lightly but firmly patting each other on their geniously talented backs. While I wasn’t nominated for anything per se, I still busted 2 weeks worth of blog salary to envelope myself in a designer gown for my stint interviewing people on the red carpet.
The red carpet is an interesting phenomenon. There are dozens of journalists all roped off in their little area, waiting for their big celebrity scoop. Early on, publicists come by asking if you’d be interested in interviewing their clients, who, if they’re asking, usually aren’t a recognizable face. Would I have any interest in interviewing the writers for Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs? Not reeeaaaally, but I’d definitely hang out with the writers for Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. (They are adorable is what I’m saying.)
As the night progresses, the more famous faces start to appear, most of whom breeze by the carpet for a few photos before heading inside. This is when, for me at least, I turn into what could only be described as an “insane person.” People are trying everything they can do to get the attention of our beloved bebronzed famous faces, and given that I’m 500 feet tall, very loud, and a rabid animal in times of intense pressure (listen to that laugh and tell me it isn’t Scooby Doo meets 28 Weeks Later), things can get a little intense. Apparently some of you may find this funny to watch.
The red carpet is the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. And perhaps no video will ever tell you exactly what it feels like better than this one: BWE.tv Live on the Red Carpet, where we speak to Stanley Tucci, Woody Harrelson (sort of) and my own personal life hero, Quentin Tarantino (who, when prompted, graciously checked out my feet), among others. We also catch glimpse of such Hollywood Royalty as Morgan Freeman, Josh Duhamel (who might hate me now, even though my love remains strong), Tracy Morgan… and…
PAUL MC-F**KING-CARTNEY. (Paul McCartney.)
A lot of work went into making this video (firm handshake to videographer and editor Jenna Ennis!), so please watch it! And, as always, enjoy.
It should also be noted that, while we didn’t get into the admittedly packed after party, we DID spot Alfonso Ribeiro, aka “Carlton Banks,” ie “Alfonso Spears,” at Beso, Eva Longoria’s restaurant, later that night. In other words, probably our best sighting of the day.